The Women’s March was a remarkable show of our shared humanity and non-violent resistance, not only in Seattle by nationwide. There was not a single incident of violence. And as far as I could tell, not a single “paid” protester. People of all ages, ethnicities, religions and genders walked together. It was a much-needed antidote to the anxiety, stress, fear, rage and sadness I’ve felt since the election.
“I am not alone!” I wanted to shout. And shout we did.
We chanted. This is what Democracy looks like.
We sang. This land was made for you and me. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
I most enjoyed the “sound waves” that washed over us as we walked. You know the sound of the “human waves” fans do in stadiums? Imagine three-and-half miles of that amplified by tens of thousands of voices. They were emotion-packed shouts of joy, pent-up grief, and resistance that stretched all the way from Judkins Park to the Space Needle.
We walked in solidarity.
We walked in peace.
We walked for miles. I had wondered in the weeks leading up to January 21 why organizers planned such a long march. Now I know why. It wasn’t long enough to accommodate all who came out. Check out this jaw-dropping aerial footage from one of our local TV news stations.
We walked in creativity. Here are some of my favorite sign slogans that I couldn’t capture in pictures:
Inaugurate the resistance!
Does this a** make my sign look bigger?
A real president pays her taxes.
Keep your tiny hands off my rights.
Science is not a liberal conspiracy
No one Trumps the Constitution
Do not go gently. Rage, rage.
Love not hate makes America great.
And my favorite: Tiny snowflakes build up to powerful avalanches.
We were an a-v-a-l-a-n-c-h-e of resistance on day one of the Trump presidency.
Here are some great signs I did capture on my phone:
This woman wore her message. (Warning: if you zoom in you’ll see graphic content, but our new president actually said these things.)
Here’s the sign I made and carried. It summed up everything for me.
Not long after we started marching, we stood at a bottle-necked corner because of the mass of people (the same reason it took up to two hours for marchers to exit the park where the gathering rally was) and watched two bald eagles soar overhead.
We stood and watched the eagles in the same way we marched — in awe. It felt like a good sign.